He loved her. His brown eyes gazed down at the serene face hidden behind a tangle of curls. His long black hair fell over his shoulder and assisted in the hiding of her beautiful brown face. His index finger moved slowly as he delicately swept several ebony colored curls from her face. Why did he love her? He stared at the soft curves of her body and the rather large feet. His index finger traced the angle of her jaw. She moved slightly, burying her face deeper into the pillow of black hair. He moved closer to her and leaned forward. Her breath was warm on his face and smelled of sake and strawberries. He kissed her gently and was rewarded an almost inaudible moan as she obliged him. Her olive colored eyes stared at him for several seconds before she blushed and turned to the wall. His lips brushed her shoulder as he moved even closer and draped his arm over her waist. Why did he love her?
He thought of the first time he had seen her, running from Kenpachi's lieutenant with a large smile and a mass of dark curls flying out behind her. It had been that moment of complete happiness that had made him notice her. He'd been in the process of telling Nanao about his meeting with the Old Man when his words caught in his throat, and he could do nothing but stare. She breezed by him in a swirl of darkness and vanilla. Her eyes had darted to him for less than a second before she turned, laughed, and continued her escape. Nanao had promptly cleared her throat and nudged him in the back. He nodded and continued with his instructions.
The first time she had acknowledge him, she was wearing white hakama and a strange yellow shirt with ruffles at her neck. Her curly hair was piled on her head sloppily. She stood in the gym with her arms crossed over her chest glaring at an angry Yumichika. He told her that her personality was ugly. She laughed and told him that his wig was ugly. They flew at one another with complete disregard for their surroundings. She had him on his back several seconds later; her foot rested on her chest as she laughed. Her eyes had found him on the other side of the room. She simply lifted her chin slightly before picking up her bag and leaving.
He pressed his face into her soft hair and inhaled deeply. Why was he so in love with her? She turned to him slowly, eyes drenched in innocence and lips slightly swollen. Her lips covered his as she pressed her body along his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She breathed deeply at his chest and kissed him there. Her fingers wove through the his black hair as if she were caressing strings from the midnight sky. Her breath came out in a soft whoosh as she fell onto her back and he covered her. Her fingers pressed into the skin of his back as he entered her. His eyes widened a fraction when her eyelids fluttered closed and a look of pure bliss shadowed her face. Her hands moved lower as her hips rose to meet his. He felt her reaching for the moment she lived. Her eyes opened and a light he had never seen before fell upon him. Her fingers brushed his face as she leaned forward and whispered, "I love you."